Hey, Billie, you there?
Uh-uh
You wanna guess the
color of my underwear
You wanna know what
I got goin' on down
there
Is it pretty in pink
or all see-through?
Is it showin' off my
brand-new lower-back
tattoo?
You wanna put 'em
in your mouth, pull 'em
all down south
You wanna turn
this sh*t out, that's
what I'm talkin' about
Put 'em in your mouth,
pull 'em all down south
You wanna turn this
sh*t out, that's what
I'm talkin' about
Try it, bite it,
lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side
and get all up in it
Wear 'em, post
'em, might remix it
Send 'em to The Dare,
yeah, I think he's with it
Try it, bite it,
lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side
and get all up in it
Wear 'em, post
'em, might remix it
Eat it up for lunch,
yeah, it's so delicious
Work it out
Don't have to guess the
color of your underwear
Already know what
you've got goin' on
down there
It's that lacy black
pair with the little bows
The ones I picked out
for you in Tokyo
I saw them when you
sat down, they were
peekin' out
I'm gonna tell you
right now, they're all
I'm thinkin' about
I wanna try it,
bite it, lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side
and get all up in it
Kiss it, bite it,
can I fit it?
Charli likes boys,
but she knows I'd hit it
Charli, call me if
you're with it
Yeah, guess, guess,
guess, guess, guess,
guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess,
guess, guess, guess,
guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess,
guess, guess, guess,
guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess,
guess, guess, guess
You wanna guess what
me and Billie have been
textin' about?
Still tryin' to guess
the password to my
Google Drive
You wanna guess the
address of the party
we're at
You wanna guess if
we're serious about
this song